This Easter season yielded four egg hunts. This one at church was instigated by me - the one who decided our small group should start a tradition. Our church is, I believe, the only one out there who doesn't do such. So we did our own.
In one and a half year old fashion, this meant finding one egg, plopping down, and inspecting it from every angle.
And there's this sweet little 3 year old girl fashion. The one who only ended up with eight or so eggs after being willing to share them with other little girls who had three times as many as she.
And the picture attempt of the kids in the small group - while Seth started to scream after being plopped down in the ant bed. Poor kid. Seems in the bathroom getting cleaned up he said he was glad it was him that got it and not the "little kids". Sweet kids.
Did I mention he didn't really care what was in the eggs? Just really wanted to play with the eggs.
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